Ode to the Godfather

This post is dedicated to a deli sandwich the old Italian guy sells during lunch at my company. It is called the Godfather. This lovely concoction is the ambrosia of all sandwiches! You think I'm kidding.. I've gotten other people to join the Godfather Fan Club!! (well, just one other coworker who is as obsessed as I am)

Let me tell you what goes into this delicious entity. First, there is the bread.. it's a floury crusty italian bread that smells heavenly. Next you have a layer of basil pesto, followed by sundried tomatoes and a covering of what looks like sundried red peppers. Now for the good stuff: Coppa, proscuitto, and provolone. YUM YUM YUM!! Throw in some lettuce and a teeny bit of mayo.. and you gots yourself a KICKASS sandwich!

My coworker and I are seriously obsessed about this sandwich. We IM about it back and forth in the mornings, talking about how awesome it is and what would happen (god forbid) if the Italian deli guy ran out of sandwiches, or even worse, if he had one left which one of us would get it. There would be bloodshed for sure.

Today I almost ran into that situation. The VP of the company happened to arrive at the same time and there was only ONE Godfather left. After pondering my dilemma, I touted the praises of the mozzarella and tomato sandwich while very stealthily grabbing the goods and exchanging monies quickly with the deli guy. The deli guy seems a little wary around me ever since my coworker and I confessed our adoration for the Godfather. I think he thinks I'm a little strange in the head.